Well, honestly, Mike was flying on the flip side, but nowhere near where he planned to be by the night's end. He flapped his hand at her wiggling fingers. "Oy, that is called cheating, Parkinson. Um, three?" Another beer bottle flew at them. "Ha! THANKS!" He called to whatever awesome person sent it over to him. "What about a mediocre pizza maker who is really a damn good lawyer in disguise?"